King of the Bungle

Corporate enabling can lead to deal tabling.

I had a boss.

Let’s call him Gil.

His strongest suit was overkill.

This fellow foul

Did bellow, growl –

The underlings would sip the swill.


He’d call me in to script a speech.

We’d practice.I’d try not to preach.

But at the mic,

His rage would strike,

And Gil his ethics would impeach.


The audience of moguls, stars,

Would stagger swiftly to their cars

To take a hike,

No deal to strike.

Thus Gil was left without applause.


Ere long, his train went off the track,

This would-be king and crackerjack.

He blew his top

Without a stop.

Poor Gil, he had a heart attack.


Well, Gil survived, but was retired.

In his absence, much required,

Coffee poured;

Morale restored,

And profits rose, as if inspired.


His second was a quiet sort.

He led a solid, simpler court.

The business grew.

Well, gee, who knew

Success would come from cool comport?
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “enabling”

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